Dark and twisted, wights unhallowed,You who dwell beyond our ken,Who look with malice and with spiteupon the work we do.You walk ways shunned by usAnd yet, we call you kinTo thoughtless and selfishnessand all those parts of manthat are less noble and are smalland keep us in the dark.To you we make this offeringand at the same time set asideour thoughtlessness and our distractionsfor the duration of this rite.

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